Review: Glass Garden – Desperate Little Messages
Is this album “expletive expletive expletive”? Read on to find out!
Is this album “expletive expletive expletive”? Read on to find out!
My matrimonial soundtrack.
Maybe more bands should try going on a twenty-seven year hiatus.
Meet me at the precipice of stone.
What if poppy Dream Theater baby but I love it anyways?
A project born of passion for their art…and not much else.
Perhaps my favorite piece of short media since Valley of the Frankensteins.
Twenty-seven albums in and you KNOW they’ve still got tricks up their sleeves.
From muddy waters bursts forth life.
Into the depths we go.